Monday: Feel sick all day. Munch on string cheese, cereal, chocolate donuts, whatever will make me feel full and not sick. Ryan comes home and finds me in a familiar pregnancy position--lying on the couch complaining about how sick I feel and would he please make something for dinner except I don't know what because nothing sounds good. Try not to cry.
Tuesday: The same except Charlie is home all day. Wonder aloud to anyone who will listen why in God's name anyone would have three kids.
Wednesday: OB recommends supplimenting B6 and calcium because it might help with the morning sickness.
Thursday: WOOHOOO!!! Eat whatever I want whenever I want. Play with Charlie. Go to Little Gym. Feel normal! Tell everyone I know about B6 and calcium.
Friday: Get tons of work done, feel great, postpone dinner until eight o'clock because YAY! NO MORNING SICKNESS!
Saturday morning, 1 AM: Crap. No morning sickness. Morning sickness is a sign of a healthy pregnancy. Something must be wrong. Freak out.
Saturday morning, 8 AM: Maybe I won't take my vitamins today just to see if the morning sickness comes back. Then I will know everything is fine with the baby.
Sunday morning: CRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP
And we have lunch plans with friends at a barbeque restaraunt. I can barely type the word barbeque without gagging.
I took the vitamins (gee, ya think?).